Brooke looked at his cock like she was surprised to see it. For a fleeting moment, I thought reality was setting in and she was going to stop all this. But then she smiled and grabbed it, her slender fingers just able to close around it. She stared at it while she held it, but then she looked up into Carter’s face when she started stroking it. Precum leaked from the tip, and she pressed it to her lips, with her tongue peeking out. As she kissed his head, Brooke looked over to me.
It was the first time she’d really looked at me since this went off the rails. I didn’t see any shame in her eyes. There was still the glint of anger there. Was it still because I showed those pictures, or because I hadn’t stopped her? She did not look like she wanted me to stop her. Brooke’s eyes were lidded with lust, and her face was flushed. She was fully primed for him. She kept looking at me as her lips opened and she sucked him into her mouth. It was too much. I almost fainted. My temples pulsed with my hammering heartbeat, and it felt like I was floating out of my body watching them. Even I felt like I wasn’t there. Brooke brought her left hand up to cup his balls, and her martial rings glistened in the light.
“Fuck, honey. You like doing that, don’t you? I can tell,” Carter groaned, stroking her hair.
Her eyes glistened when she looked up at him, and it sounded like she tried to giggle around her mouthful.
“You’re a lucky fucking guy, brother. Holy shit, I had no idea Brookie was such a little vixen. Fuck, you must enjoy this every night. I would.”
It was the first time Carter addressed me since he took control of my wife, and I had no idea what to say to him. Thanks? Get off my wife? I hope you’re having fun? There was nothing appropriate to say. He hadn’t asked me before seducing my wife, hadn’t sought permission before making her come. Was I supposed to encourage him to fuck her now?
“Yeah, honey. Fuck,” he moaned, staring at my wife in awe.
More than half his cock was in her mouth, and Brooke eagerly sucked him, stroking the meat that wasn’t in her mouth. Carter had gone from stroking her hair to holding the back of her head, and his hips started moving, pushing deeper into her mouth. Brooke is very good with her mouth. The first time she went down on me, she blew my mind, and she’d only gotten more skilled and playful with it over the years, but she had never deep throated me. I couldn’t see her doing it to him. Carter kept pushing deeper, and she moved her hand until she was just holding his balls, but it still kept him from pushing his prick all the way into her mouth.
“Brookie, honey. So fucking good. Come on, honey. You can take it. That’s it, suck it, honey. Suck it right down.”
She was trying. I could see her struggling with it, taking him deeper than she’d ever taken me, and drool flowed from her lips. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were turning red. It looked like he was going to choke my wife with his cock. Should I say something? Tell him to take it easy? I didn’t want to. I wanted to see him fuck my wife’s mouth. I realized part of what I felt was anger. I wanted to see her punished for being a slut. If she wanted that cock, let her choke on it. It was irrational. I still loved Brooke, but I wanted to see her used. I’d never felt like that before.
Brooke pulled off his cock and gasped for air. She kept rubbing it on her lips as she composed herself, and she was probably going to start sucking him again, but Carter pulled Brooke to her feet and kissed her.
“That was awesome, honey. Thank you. You’re fucking great,” he said.
“Mmm, it’s my pleasure, babe.” She kissed him back.
“It’s time, honey. You know it, right?”
She bit her lip, and her eyes darted to me. I’d never seen her so torn. Enough of my Brooke was still in there to slow her down, but she really wanted it.
“Don’t look at Trent. I think we both know he wants you to do this. Don’t you, brother?”
“I, uh, Brooke…” I stammered.
“He’s been watching and rubbing himself the whole time. He’s getting off on this.” Carter turned to look at me. “It’s cool, brother. I don’t judge. Everyone’s got their thing, right? As long as this isn’t a gay thing, I’m down.”
“I’m not gay,” I said quickly.
“Hey, gay’s fine too, right? Just not my bag. But see, Brookie, he does want me to fuck you. He didn’t say no.”
Carter was right. I hadn’t.
“Trent?” she asked. Her voice was so low, like she didn’t know how she wanted me to answer.
“Brooke?” I said.
Carter touched her pussy, slipping a couple fingers into her. Brooke’s knees almost buckled and she moaned, clinging to him. I knew what she wanted. I wanted it to, god help me. But I couldn’t say the words. I nodded.
They kissed, and then he turned Brooke and lowered her to the La-Z-Boy. He stripped her thong away. He tilted the chair back just enough so they would be comfortable, and then he leaned down, lifting her legs over his arms. She reached for him, and they kissed while she brought him to her cunt. He pushed forward, and buried his shaft in her with one stroke. Brooke tore her mouth from his and cried out. Her eyes were wide. She always got this cute little surprised look when I entered her, but when Carter did it, Brooke looked like she had a sharp moment of ecstasy. She reached around her thighs and held onto his forearms.
Carter effortlessly held himself over my wife and drove his cock into her. Brooke’s heavy breathing quickly gave way to moans, and then she was loud in a way I rarely heard her. She stared up at Carter like he was her world. There was a weird energy in the room. It could have been my paranoia, but it felt like they were having a real, emotional moment, like real lovers, not just people fucking to get off. It didn’t feel like a one-night stand.
When I allowed my mind to go there, and imagined my wife with another man, it was not like this. It was a quick, sultry, and anonymous fumble somewhere, like the dark corner of a club, or maybe making out on the dance floor. The anonymous part was always important. It was a stranger who pressed in and got her all excited. He might get his hand under her skirt and make her climax right there. But it never went further in my mind, and it was never about more than a heated moment where Brooke got off. I truly did not imagine my wife fucking other men, although now I realize it was only because I wouldn’t allow myself. But I certainly never wanted her to have a connection with another man. I didn’t want to lose her. She loves you, I told myself. You will never lose her. Brooke won’t leave you over a hard dick.
“Oh! Oh! Oh god! Babe!” Brooke gasped.
“Fuck! You’re even better than I thought. So fucking hot, honey. Fuck, Brookie!”
Carter would lean in and kiss her, and they would just grind together for a moment, but then he’d pull back and really lay into her again. The guy had amazing technique, and he was driving Brooke crazy. She was getting a hard fucking from a real man, and she loved it. I’d have to up my game from now on. I had my own cock out now and was stroking it. I had nothing to hide. I’d been exposed, so I might as well enjoy myself.
“Oh! Oh! OH!” Brooke wailed, her toes curling as she climaxed once again.
Feeling her orgasm, Carter drilled her even harder, fucking my wife with more power than I could ever muster. The chair rocked violently, and her legs bounced against his arms. Her tits jiggled beautifully. My wife had never been sexier. She had never been more beautiful. I wanted Brooke in a way I’d never felt. I wanted to throw Carter off her and fuck her myself.
Carter pulled out and violently flipped her over. Brooke hiked her ass in the air, with her forearms on the chair, and he slid right back inside her. Carter held her hips and drove it home like a jackhammer. He grabbed that braid going down the back of her hair and pulled it. Her head jerked back and she cried out. I never heard Brooke moan like that before. I had tried to be rough with her, but she never seemed to take it seriously. Carter had no problem controlling her.
“Fuck, yeah. Feels fucking good, doesn’t it, honey?” he growled.
“Yeah…”
“Girl lik
e you needs a good, hard fucking, don’t you?” He slapped her ass hard.
“Oh god!”
“Don’t you, honey!”
“Yeah…yes!”
Carter smacked her jiggling ass again, the sound ringing out loudly. “You like it a little rough, Brookie.”
“Yeah…”
Smack!
“Yes! Oh god yes!”
Smack!
“Oh god! Oh god!” she cried.
I was so in awe, I wasn’t even touching myself. I was consumed by watching my wife being used by our neighbor. It was incredible. I had never seen anything so hot, and I knew I never would again. This was what I’d really wanted all these years, but was afraid to admit. I wanted to see Brooke taken by an alpha male. I wanted to see her beg for it. It didn’t make me feel like less of a man, though. It made me proud that I was married to the sexiest woman on the planet. It wasn’t about me at all. It was all about Brooke.
“Yeah, honey. Take it!”
Smack!
“Yes! God yes! Ohh…”
Smack!
“Yes! Yes!”
“Say it, honey! Say it for Trent. Tell him what you need, Brookie!”
Smack! Smack!
“Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me, babe! I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but I want him. Fuck me, you bastard!”
“That’s it, honey! Show me your nasty side!” he cried.
“Yes! Yes! God, fuck me!” she wailed.
Brooke did not curse. Even when we dirty talked in bed, it wasn’t like this. She had lost all control. It was glorious.
“Oh god! Ohgodohgodohgod! YES!” Brooke screamed.
Brooke collapsed onto the La-Z-Boy and trembled as she came for Carter once again. It felt like he could make her come at will. His balls bounced off her thighs as he kept drilling her, but then he suddenly stopped and roared. Like really roared to fill the room. He buried his cock in my wife, and I knew he was unloading. I was watching another man come inside my wife. It was surreal.
Carter gave her butt one last slap and pulled out with a wet sucking sound. It was like Brooke didn’t want to let him go. She stayed bent over the chair and panting. Her body was wracked with the effort.
“Honey, go over there and give our boy some love. You got back at him, now go take care of him. He must fucking need it,” Carter said.
It was a weird turn. Carter was telling my wife to come over and take care of me. She was his right then, and we all knew it. If he’d wanted to take her upstairs and keep fucking her, he could have.
Brooke pried herself off the chair and crawled over to me. I’d never seen her crawl like that. It was so hot. She looked up at me, and she looked sad. Guilty. I like it better when she was proud and defiant, like how she started.
“It’s okay, honey. This is on me. I wanted you to do it, too. We’re good,” I said, stroking her hair.
She didn’t say anything, but knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth. She sucked me hard, going past where she ever had before. She’d stopped with Carter, but she took me until she nearly choked. She stared up at me, and all I saw in those eyes was submission. Brooke thought she owed me that after what she’d done. Her submission was sexy, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want her feeling bad. Oddly, it was hotter when she was submissive to Carter. I loved that, but I didn’t need it from her.
“You’re so beautiful, honey. So sexy. I love you so much. You’re so perfect. You were amazing tonight. I love you,” I moaned, caressing her face as she bobbed on me.
Brooke’s eyes softened. She might have even smiled around my cock. She started sucking me harder. It was so different than seeing her with Carter. It sounds insane, but I could feel how much she loved me in that blowjob. And I couldn’t hold back. Brooke literally sucked the cum right out of me.
“God, baby. Oh god…” I gasped.
Brooke pulled back and jacked my shaft in front of her open mouth. I knew this show was just as much for Carter as it was for me. She was showing him she wasn’t just his nasty girl. She wanted to prove to him that she was still mine. I came across her nose and eye. Then I shot into her hair. She finally got the aim right, and I finished into her waiting mouth. So fucking hot.
“I love you,” she mouthed.
We shared a brief moment, but Carter was still there. He gave us a minute before announcing, “Well, this has been fucking fun.” He was already dressing.
Neither of us knew what to say to him. Brooke stayed on her knees in front of me, and I stroked her hair, but I could see she just wanted to run away. She didn’t know how to deal any better than I did.
Carter stood, and I did too, offering Brooke my hand. She stood, but looked like she wanted to cover herself. I pulled up my pants. It felt weird to have my dick hanging out. Brooke moved to my side, so I partially obscured her.
“It’s been real guys. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Carter said.
“Uh, yeah, it’s been something. Listen, man…”
“You don’t have to say anything. As far as I’m concerned, we’re still bros. This isn’t my first rodeo. I know how to stay cool afterwards, as long as you guys can. I’m honored you chose to share this with me. I know it takes a lot of trust. It’s not misplaced, brother. Believe me. I respect you and Brooke. It’s just some fun between friends, right?”
“Uh, right,” I agreed.
“Are you okay, honey?”
Brooke hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, it’s just, this isn’t something I do every day. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
Carter held out his hand. She hesitated again before coming out from behind me and going to him. She took his hand and stood in front of him. I wished I could see how she was looking at him.
“Honey, I don’t have the wrong idea. You were playing a game, I get it. Maybe you think things got out of hand.”
Brooke nodded.
“But I didn’t make you do anything, did I?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“You didn’t do anything you didn’t want, right?”
“No, babe. I guess not.”
“And you had fun.” That wasn’t a question.
“What do you think?”
“Come on, honey, walk me out.” He kissed her clean cheek.
Brother, it’s been a pleasure. See you around,” Carter said, holding out his hand.
I stood there and shook the hand of the man who’d just thoroughly fucked my wife. And then I watched him leave the room with her. I followed a few steps behind and saw them standing together by the door. They really did look like lovers, despite their age difference. Brooke was right back in his thrall. They whispered to each other, and Brooke nodded, then giggled. Carter smiled and ran a hand over her tits. Brooke shivered. He kissed her again, and then left. Brooke looked over at me, guilt all over her face.
“What was that all about?” I asked, an edge in my voice.
“He told me what a great time he had, and how he hopes it doesn’t change anything between us. Carter told me I’m beautiful and thanked me. And…”
“And what?”
“Carter said that if I ever want to do it again that he’s always right across the street.” She looked away as she said it.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you want to fuck him again?” I tried to keep my emotion in check, but it was a failure.
“I need a shower before we discuss this, okay? I’m not going to do it standing naked in the living room with your jizz all over my face.”
Her tone was harsh, but before she went up, Brooke kissed my cheek and said, “I love you, dummy.”
I put on a pot of coffee and then poured two cups before she came back down. It was the longest half hour of my life. I was trying to process everything that happened, but I was still buzzing from experiencing it, and I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Carter told Brooke on his way out, and one tho
ught dominated my mind, Brooke is going to be his lover.
Brooke finally came back, dressed in a loose, kitschy sweater and black leggings. With her damp hair and freshly scrubbed face, she looked like she sweet, smart girl I fell in love with, not the slut who begged Carter to spank her. She sat across the table from me and sipped her coffee.
“Just the way I like it. Thanks, sweetheart. You know me so well,” she said.
“I’m not so sure.”
“This is not all on me. Don’t try to put it on me.”
“I know, I’m sorry. My head is all over the place.”
“So let’s talk it out. That’s what we do with our problems.”
Brooke was right. We’d always been able to talk about anything. It was why I was able to share my fantasies with her in the first place.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go back to what I asked. Do you want to fuck him again?”
Brooke winced. “Do you have to put it that way?”
I smiled, but without much humor. “Sorry, but that is what happened.”
“Alright. I fucked the neighbor. Does hearing it make you happy? Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this now.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’ll chill out. I’m not sure where to begin.”
“You could begin by apologizing. You know how this started.”
“Mea culpa. You’re right. I betrayed your trust. I should never have showed him that, but after the other ones—the clothed ones—he was insistent. I swear I didn’t show him the other stuff. I’d never do that.”
“I’m not sure I believe that. Like you said, I’m not sure I know you anymore either. I trusted you. I never would have done that if I thought you’d show my pictures around.”
I could see she was hurt. And she was right to be. I fucked up, but I paid for it, didn’t I? “You got me back,” I replied, hoping my grin would defuse the situation.
“I swear, I did not mean for all that to happen. I’m not even sure how it happened. I wasn’t that drunk.”
“I know. But you liked the attention.”
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